easy; a child could do it
wielded bluntly or lightly
the ideal with inarguable: potent
there is a natural will to it
according to some
fear the state of creatures
anarchy! gasps from the crowd
in service of the sameness
because Power loves the present
almost as much as the imaginary past
and because the future must be ours
get more of it, more, more, can't have
enough; there is no edge we will not cross
no relevant border
the prescription to every malady
(and the moral superior to malaise)
it's valuation, ranking
and when we are ascending
we are succeeding
and from the top
the best we can do
is manage our decline
Roman Ryan 